[Good luck on your interview! Um…have a high school au?]
Stiles takes one look at the envelope and freaks out. “I can’t do it, I can’t open it— what if it’s a rejection? Wouldn’t it be in a big fat envelope if it was an acceptance? Scott got the big envelope already, and this is a little one— you open it!”
Derek takes the envelope from Stiles’ hands where his breathing is starting to quicken. It’s true the envelope is small but a lot of colleges are saving paper nowadays and Derek already got his acceptance to UCBH and it was in a small envelope. “Calm down, Scott got a fat envelope from Stanford because they’re a private college and he did early decision so they sent him all the goodies.”
"But this is my future, Derek! What if I don’t get accepted? What if I have to stay in Beacon Hills forever as a dead-end loser?”
Derek just grabs Stiles by the shoulders, holds him still and looks him in the eye. “You are not a loser, whatever this envelope says or not says you still have a bunch of options. You got into UC San Diego and Merced, and they’re both great schools. Don’t freak out.”
Stiles is practically shaking.
"Why are you freaking out about this in particular? You weren’t this nervous when your other responses came back." Derek says in a slow tone.
"You’re going to UCBH," Stiles blurts out. "I had kind of hoped we’d be there together."
"Just because we’re all going to different colleges won’t mean that we’re not going to stay friends," Derek says, confused.
"Right, like it’s going to be twice as difficult trying to be more than friends if we’re—" and then Stiles’ eyes widen, like he’s realizing what he’s just said aloud.
"Stiles— are you saying—?"
Stiles turns bright red. “Yeah, I just, um, it’s cool if you just wanna be friends—”
Derek rips open the envelope, reads the first few lines, and then grins at Stiles. “Hey, Stiles— how’d you like to start at UCBH with me as boyfriends?”
(307): Mind if I sleep with your cousin? If I can… thanks. If no, sorry its gonna happen.
It all starts when Stiles agrees to tutor Malia. She was in his Math class, and she was snarky, well-versed in that specific kind of dry humor the Hale’s were renowned for, but she just could not grasp the idea of logarithms.
Not that Stiles was that great at them, but at least he knew what they were. Kind of.
Honestly, he would be one hundred percent into her if she had a penis.
Despite that minor setback, the tutoring sessions led to her getting a B- in the final (Stiles had cringed, and opened his mouth to apologize, when she tackled him into a hug, squeaking in excitement that she hadn’t failed), which led to her offering him an invite to one of the ridiculous Hale parties.
"We’re celebrating Laura and Derek coming home for the summer," she informed him. Stiles hummed noncommittally, before glancing at where she had her hand pushed against his chest, shoving him against the lockers. "Oh," she said, quite unnecessarily. "Sorry." Her hand dropped back down to her side, but she didn’t look sorry at all.
There was an awkward pause, before she beamed at him, and patted his chest. “Hale House, 7pm, Friday,” she reminded, before swiveling on her heel and disappearing. Stiles watched her go with a vaguely awed expression on his face.
Damn her lack of male genitalia.